HAPPY H.P.L. DAY, EVERYONE!!!!!

Yep, it's that day again.... 20 August! Time to enjoy a scrumptious bowl of chili con carne or spaghetti, abstain from demon rum and seafood, and commune with the unspeakably hideous, eldritch, squamous abomination of your choice. Why? You guessed it:

Happy Birthday, ya old xenophobe! And thank you for inventing modern horror.

Of note, there was an incident in NY in the 1920s when at a parrty filled with other writers, somebody spiked wallflower HPL's drink, he got intoxicated, and proceeded to turn into the life of the party. He remembered (or wouldn't admit to remembering) nothing from said party, but everybody else present did!

What part of "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" don't you understand?

Are there mysterious, curiously formed caves upon the face of this crumbling mountain? Do they regularly spout odd plumes of smoke, and does not the distant piping, some of it in a realm beyond human hearing, oft issue from them?
cool. I'm there!